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September 20th, 2004

Snoring
Sent in by Al Campbell

By the time Chuck pulled into a little town
every hotel room was taken.

He finally pulled up to the very last hotel
and went into the office.

"You've got to have a room somewhere," he pleaded.
"Or just a bed - I don't care where."

"Well, I do have a double room with one occupant,"
admitted the manager, "and he might be glad to
split the cost. But to tell you the truth,
he snores so loudly that people in adjoining
rooms have complained in the past. I'm not
sure it'd be worth it to you."

"No problem," the tired traveler assured him.
"I'll take it."

The next morning Chuck came down to breakfast
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "How'd you sleep?"
asked the manager.

"Never better."

The manager was impressed.

"No problem with the other guy snoring, then?"

"Nope, I shut him up in no time" said Chuck.

"How'd you manage that?" asked the manager.

"He was already in bed, snoring away, when I
came in the room," Chuck explained. "I went over,
gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, 'Goodnight, beautiful,'
and he sat up all night watching me."